Where have you gone, leaving empty tomorrows,
like a breeze in the meadows,
a transient shadow?
Where have you gone, leaving me so forlorn,
no lap to rest my head upon,
no one to call my own?
Where have you gone in the vast void,
a life untimely destroyed,
a home’s lost pride?
Now people throw sticks and stones,
perceiving me alone,
your shielding arms gone…
Now verbal darts are hit,
by every mongrel on the street,
to watch me fall and bleed….
If only you could come down here and see,
how difficult and different everything is,
between the devil and the deep sea…
If only you could save me from the masked ones,
cast night away like the bright sun,
and end this raging storm!
Where have you gone, in these trying times?
I need you, to be fine…
I need you, dear divine…
© Isha Garg
You never disappoint Isha. This was gorgeous. Your opening lines set the tone for a beautifully written and profound piece. This flowed and pulsated with beauty. Loved the lines of if you could come down and see all the way through to the devil and the deep sea.
Reading you is like going to a Poetry Doctor and getting a shot of inspiration.
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It’s more like sadness and disappointment doesn’t disappoint, Drew – it always leaves behind some poetry. We poets are known to make a muse out of our sorrows!
Having said that, I must tell you how very grateful I am for your evergreen kindness and genuine appreciation for what I do.
Poetry Doctor – I will never forget haha. Inspiring the Lonely Author is an achievement!
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Hahaha . Always feel inspired after reading your work. That is the sign of a great poet.
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Over the moon! Thanks Drew! 😊
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A beautiful plea for help
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Thank you Malcolm!
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Such a beautiful poem!
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Thanks Luisa!
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This is so beautifully penned! Drew was right. You never disappoint. 🌹❤️
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I’m so glad and grateful ❤ Thanks Winnie!
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The incompleteness with voids, the longing, complaining and love all weaved together in metaphor.💙
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Thanks so much, dear Sameera ❤
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The emptiness so well described. I love your work
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Thank-you very much Shantanu! 😊
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My pleasure always
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How strange that the void that appears complete in itself, detached, still carries with itself the longing for the one who created it.
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As thought provoking and prudent as ever – marvellous! Thank you ESP! This was beautiful!
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Just loved it..👍
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Thank you, Lavanya!
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Impeccable and heart touching
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Thank you!
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Pleasure!
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Sigh! This is sadly beautiful.
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Sigh indeed.. Thanks for reading!
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